Semua Bab Unholy Cravings : Forbidden Fantasies : Bab 71 - Bab 77

We didn’t stay soft for long.I pushed Adrian onto his back and climbed over him, still slick from the last round, and sank down onto his cock in one slow, deliberate slide. He was still half-hard but thickened the second my heat wrapped around him. A low groan left his throat. I planted my hands on his chest and started riding him with deep, rolling hips, taking every inch exactly how I wanted it. The stretch felt familiar now, but no less intense— thick, filling and fucking perfect.“Look at you,” I murmured, voice still rough from earlier. “My good boy, already hard again for Mama. You’re going to stay still and take it.”“Yes, Mama.” His hands flexed at his sides like he wanted to grab me but remembered the earlier order. I rewarded him by grinding down harder, letting him feel how wet I still was, how easily I slid over him. The wet sound of it was soft and constant in the quiet room.I fucked him like that for a while— slow and controlling, using his body for my own pleasure.

My name is Maya, and I am twenty years old sitting in a second-year high school classroom that smells like old paper, floor wax, and teenage sweat. Most people my age are in college or working. I am still here because life kept interrupting. Dropping out, moving states, starting over, dropping out again. Now I live in the kind of town where the houses sit far apart, separated by wide stretches of tall grass that whisper when the wind moves through them. There is nowhere to hide in a place like this. Everyone sees you coming.Today was the same as most days.In first period someone “accidentally” knocked my notebook off the desk so the pages scattered across the floor. In the hallway between classes a group of girls laughed too loudly when I walked past, one of them muttering “whale” just loud enough for me to hear. At lunch I sat alone at the far end of the table near the windows. A boy from the senior class walked by and dropped a half-eaten sandwich onto my tray, saying, “Thought

The fairies guided me forward, and the colorful crowd parted like water around a stone. I walked on trembling legs through an archway woven from living vines that glowed soft gold and rose-pink. The moment I stepped beyond it, my mouth fell open.I had always imagined heaven in quiet, half-formed pictures— clouds, light, something gentle and far away.This entrance made those pictures feel small and childish. The courtyard beyond the arch stretched wide and luminous. Towers of pale crystal and living wood rose in elegant curves, their surfaces shifting with slow waves of color that seemed to breathe. Pathways of the same springy foam I had landed on earlier wound between fountains that sprayed glittering mist instead of water. The air itself tasted sweet, carrying the scent of flowers I had no names for and something warmer underneath, like sun-warmed skin.Pip and the other fairies darted around my head, giggling at the look on my face.“She looks like she swallowed a star!” one of